Macbeth: Donalbain Lines

Cue: …The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees is left in this vault to brag of. What is amiss?
Cue: Why do we hold our tongues, that most may claim this argument for ours? [Aside to MALCOLM] What should be spoken here, where our fate, hid in an auger-hole, may rush, and seize us? Let’s away; our tears are not yet brew’d.
Cue: …To show an unfelt sorrow is an office which the false man does easy. I’ll to England. To Ireland, I; our separated fortune shall keep us both the safer: where we are, there’s daggers in men’s smiles: the near in blood, the nearer bloody.